Wednesday, July 16, 2014

BLOG TOUR STOP: Luna of Mine by Quinn Loftis

Luna of Mine

(The Grey Wolves Series, Book 8)

By Quinn Loftis

Synopsis

Every life leaves behind a legacy. Every story has a
beginning and an end. The Alpha of the Romania Grey Wolves knows this better
than most. He also knows it’s the things that transpire to create that legacy
and the experiences, triumphs and failures that happen in the middle of the
story that matter. His story began a century ago and now a tragedy has led him
to his rightful place as Alpha of the Eastern Romania pack. Before he led
hundreds, he had to learn to lead a few. Before he sacrificed for all, he had
to be willing to sacrifice for any. Before he could be the man destined to save
his race he had to be willing to serve them. In order to be raised up he had to
first be torn down. There was only one who could do this and live, only one who
could light his way when the darkness closed in; his mate, his Luna. This is
the building of their legacy, the middle of their story. Their triumphs, their
failures, and their tragedy’s that would one day make them strong enough to
restore a race torn apart by greed, envy, and fear.

Excerpt

Her mouth was dry, and her hand shook as she raised it to
touch the place on her neck where Vasile, Alpha of their pack, had only moments
ago caressed her gently with his thumb. Something so insignificant, and yet it
was the most precious touch she had ever received. He was gone now, along with
his two warriors and her father. Females could attend meetings, but really
there was no point. The males would be too busy trying to protect their mate if
they were there, and then they would not get anything accomplished.

She had not moved from the place where he had left her. Her
shoes were suddenly filled with lead too heavy to lift. Her eyes stared, not
seeing anything in front of her as her mind raced, and she battled her will.
She wanted to flee, to hide from the male who had affected her so. She also
wanted to throw herself in his arms and make him promise never to leave her
again. But instead of doing either, she just stood there frozen with
indecision, doubt, and, to her surprise, curiosity. While he had been next to
her, she had felt as if she could fly, but now her body felt heavy and
uncoordinated.

“Alina,” her mother called to her yet she still could not
move. She heard her footsteps coming closer and knew that her mother would want
to know what was wrong, and for once she was afraid to tell her―afraid she
would insist she pack and leave with him at once and afraid she would not.

“He is the one, no?” she asked.

Somehow Alina managed to get her head to perform a wobbly
nod. Her eyes finally shifted as she looked at her mother. “How could you
tell?”

Georgeta’s lips puckered. “Tsk, girl, I know a male on the
hunt when I see one. He was staring at you as though you were the ripest fruit
plucked from the harvest and dropped in his lap. I might have even seen a tad
bit of salivating.”

That finally made Alina move as she laughed at her mother.
The thought of any male salivating over her, especially one such as Vasile, was
indeed ludicrous. She was no great beauty, she knew that, and usually that did
not bother her. “You must not have seen him clearly, Mother. Had you seen his
expression from a more direct position, you would have seen the scowl plastered
on his handsome face as he glared down at me.”

“He is quite lovely, is he not?” Her mother beamed at her.

Alina crossed her arms in front of her and narrowed her
eyes. “I hardly think your mate would appreciate you saying so.”

“Did you notice how tall he was? And that hair was so dark
and thick,” her mother continued completely ignoring her. “His lips were
definitely worth a second glance.”

Alina stomped her foot, childish, but unavoidable. “Enough!
How can you carry on so?”

Quinn lives in beautiful NW Arkansas with her husband, son,
Doberman and cat (who thinks she is a ninja in disguise). She is beyond
thankful that she has been blessed to be able to write full time and hopes the
readers know how much all of their support means to her. Some of her hobbies
include reading, exercising, crochet, and spending time with family and
friends. She gives all credit of her success to God because he gave her the
creative spirit and vivid imagination it takes to write.